Chapter 4

“You do a good back rub,” Brett admitted a short while later when his muscles began to loosen.

“Should do, all the practice I get.” Clay was training to become a physical therapist.

“Just a bit lower.”

Brett felt fingers brush against the top of his ass. “Not that low!”

“Sorry,” Clay snickered. “Couldn’t resist.”

But Clay’s ministrations were doing such a good job of relaxing him, Brett couldn’t work up the energy to become concerned at the slight inappropriateness of the earlier touch.

“Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” Clay whispered a short while later.

“Uh huh,” Brett said, unable to keep his eyes open.

“Good.” Brett felt the ghost of a kiss on the back of his neck before Clay continued, “Need to relieve the pressure again. Back in a minute.”

Brett’s last thought before sleep overcame him was how good a friend Clay was not to push his attraction onto him.

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